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''My daddy!" your daughter squeals, her tiny hands grabbing at Sukuna’s sleeve as she tugs with all her might, her little face scrunched in fierce determination.

"No, my daddy!" you shoot back with mock seriousness, yanking on his other arm with equal intensity.

Sukuna, seated on the couch with his arms stretched out like he's being crucified by love, with a rainbow unicorn bandage is stuck to his forehead. Why? No one knows. His crimson eyes remain glued to the TV screen but he’s not really watching anymore, quietly accepting his fate.

He doesn't say anything, though there’s the faintest ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.

''My daddy gives me more kisses'' your daughter declares, raising the stakes with wide, victorious eyes.

You gasp. “Traitor!” you chime in playfully, gripping his other arm and pretending to pout. “I saw him first!”

"Unbelievable," he murmurs under his breath, eyes glancing between the two girls tugging on him like he's a prized teddy bear.

Your daughter tugs harder, giggling. “S' Mine Papa forever!”

You gasp in mock betrayal. “What?! I give him goodnight kisses! And make his tea!”

“I draw him pictures!”

“I keep him warm at night!”

Sukuna finally exhales and tilts his head back against the couch. “I should’ve stayed a curse.”

You and your daughter both throw yourselves against him in an instant, wrapping him in tiny arms and grown-up affection. He lets out a low, exaggerated groan but doesn’t move he just melts quietly into your combined warmth.

The room is filled with you and your daughters giggles high-pitched, unfiltered, contagious, Sukuna’s arms slide around the two of you, one large hand gently cradling your daughter’s back, the other resting over your waist.

Silently complaining like a grumpy old man, lips pressed in that familiar irritated line

And despite the complaining, he doesn’t push either of you away.

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Sukuna and his proud way of showing people whenever your anywhere with him that your his

The ridiculous visible bite marks or love bites anywhere on your neck or collarbone

You’re walking ahead? He’ll slide his hand up the back of your neck and just hold it there warm, firm, thumb brushing the bruises he left behind.

Just when you think you’ve covered up enough somewhere?

your collar pulled high, lips glossed, skin glowing… and most importantly, the very obvious bruises on your neck? Covered.

You actually feel kind of proud of yourself.

Until you feel his hand.

Sukuna leans back in his chair, legs spread wide, arm draped lazily behind your chair. His fingers slide under your collar like he’s just adjusting it but you know better.

He tugs it down. Just enough.

Just enough to reveal the dark red bites on your breasts he’d left there last night,

You immediately glare at him, swatting his hand away.

“Seriously? I covered that.” “Exactly,” he says, not even trying to hide the smirk. “And I uncovered it.”

“What want me to sign my name too?” he teases as he flicks a finger against the mark. “You’re ridiculous,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

He leans in close “And you love it.”

And the worst part is?

He's right.

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After a grueling day at work, you finally stumbled through the door at 11 pm. tired and exhausted, you barely had the strength to make it to the bed, let alone close the front door behind you. you eventually plopped yourself on the living room couch, the second your body hit the cushions, you instantly fell asleep.

Sometime later, a faint creak stirred Sukuna from his deep slumber, walking out the bedroom eyes instantly darting to the open front door

“... this idiot,” he muttered under his breath

He shut the door with a sharp *click*, then padded over to the living room. There you were, curled up on the couch, shoes still on, your chest rising and falling in deep, peaceful breaths in your disheveled state

With a low sigh, he bent down and scooped you up effortlessly, carrying you princess-style toward the shared bedroom, carefully undressing you out of your work clothes into something more comfortable

“Tsk… can’t even take care of yourself properly woman” he mutters again under his breath, though his hands are gentle as he slips off your jacket, then unbuttons your shirt with far more patience than you’d expect from someone who claims to be so annoyed.

He swaps your stiff work clothes for your favorite silk dress, the one he secretly likes seeing you in even though he never says it aloud.

“…S’kuna,” you mumble, barely awake. He freezes for a second, gaze flicking to your half-lidded eyes. You’re too far gone in sleep to notice the way his expression softens.

“Hmph,” he scoffs quietly, brushing a strand of hair from your face

When he tugs the blanket over you, your fingers instinctively reach out, brushing his arm with a sleepy grip.

But then, without another word, he slides in beside you, letting your body naturally curl against his warmth. His arm drapes over your waist, and his voice is a murmur against your ear.

“Next time, lock the damn door… or I’ll kill you myself.”

And yet, the threat dissolves the moment he presses a kiss to your forehead

Even if he’d never admit it, this you in his arms, safe and close is the only peace he ever really knows.

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bf!Sanemi who just randomly stares at your tits, doesn't matter where you are he just loves looking at them, especially when they bounce when you walk, sometimes he just pokes it out of nowhere

bf!Sanemi when after a very long day he lays on your stomach, practically squishing you but your used to it 😭, he lays his head on your breast while his hand cups one of your tit and plays with it like a stress ball or fiddles with your nips, it's almost like his hand was sculptured for your tits the way it fits perfectly

bf!Sanemi who glares at anyone who dares to look at you or your breasts with that smug look on his fake

bf!Sanemi who loves leaving hickeys on your breasts just to show the others that you're his, sometimes you get angry when it's too visible or when he leaves a lot of them, but he just doesn't give a flying fuck

bf!Sanemi who sucks on your tits to cover his sounds of pleasure or also grips both of them with his hands while you menacingly ride on top of him

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